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Tony Barnstone

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When strange light stirs the mirror, forces swirl 
  the shadows by the bathtub and I glimpse
    a figure standing glowing. As I rinse
      the toothpaste down the drain, his blind eye whirls
numinous white, his hair is moonlight streaming.
  I know neurologists have shown the course
    of dreaming as